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fredericks) wrote2003-03-31 11:18 pm
fredericks) wrote2003-03-31 11:18 pm
Notes from the day
Today was one of those deceptively draining ones, the sort of day that started out rating "eh" but ended up rating "ugh...".
I set the good ol' alarm for 5:30am, saying "Oh yeah, I'm going to get out and get an invigorating walk in, wash up, head to Starbucks for a cup of dark roast, then hunker down with the Accounting Book". Oh yeah, all of that was on the agenda for roughly 10 minutes. The radio came on and I promptly took it off and went back to sleep. I should have known I was going to sleep in when I ended up falling asleep around 2am (I can't remember why I stayed up that late anyway). I've pulled that move before and it's backfired but, surprisingly, I woke up with enough time to wash my hair and glance at Accounting before heading out to CS.
I was fine during CS (started JavaScript...whoopie!) but I really hit the wall during Brain Damage. For some reason I always find the class snooze-worthy, even though Heindel is a funny lecturer, but today even moreso. We were covering frontal lobe again, and I can't help but wonder if when Dad has his aneurysm if he was damaged there. The signs - distractibility. The evidence - the closet in the hallway (been waiting for completion at least 9 years), the renovation of the backroom (ditto). Actually, that's the only sign. He's still civil (when he wants to be), he's just lazy at times and stubborn as a mule. Just wistful thinking I guess.
Anyhow, I hit my stride again in the Ratty. Two of my workers didn't show up and I suppose I should have called them up or something but, honestly, I didn't care. Fuck UFS, man. I work my ass off for them and I get no feedback. I make a "mistake" (note the commas) and they want to bring it up. I think the reason why the whole UFS thing rankles is that I really feel like I put out a serious effort when working. I care, dammit, and I wouldn't normally mind that no one notices all the hard work I put in if they weren't so hasty to jump on my occasional "error". *le sigh*. But I digress. Tomatoes, grilled cheese, and basil. Nothing new. The dude who must have been put on this Earth (or at least the Ratty Kitchen) to try the hell out of me, A----, showed up and was his usual charming self. I arranged it so I wasn't working with him much and the day went semi-smoothly anyway.
It was when I left the kitchen and sat down in my room that I realized how damn tired I was. I've felt like I've been slightly sick forever now, and when I plopped down in my seat all I wanted to do was shower, curl up in my bed, and sleep. I'd initially planned on reading Accounting before section at 4, then after section heading over to the OMAC to get some elliptical on before Spin. Needless to say that didn't happen. I turned on the telly and took in, what? Some crap show. Or maybe women's basketball. Ended up leaving my room late for section and then rushing over...but, of course, Amit was AWOL. I thought it pointless to fill out an attendance sheet if he wasn't there (I mean, damn, they're supposed to be smart kids...what was the point of that?) so I just left. The guy probably couldn't give a shit anyway. If we tell him next week we were all there he'll be like "alright". Problem solved.
Came back around 4:20 and caught a little of King of the Hill before guilt drove me to the OMAC to at least *attempt* some sort of physical fitness. Weight-trained for 30 minutes before Spin, so I felt at least a little less guilty. My lack of good personal audio equipment really deters me from any sort of cardio workout in the OMAC. Those machines shake so much that the crappy CDplayer I borrowed from Darwent skips like a mutha. I'm debating at the moment whether I should head to Ballys tomorrow...but that would entail waking up at the ungodly hour of 6 because I hate going to the place in the afternoon or evening. But I *again* digress.
Spin - WTH do we have to now meet in the pool area?? I sweat entirely too much as it is. Now that we're spinning in that super-humid, warm, alcove full of chlorinated area I sometimes feel like I've lost at least 10 lbs of water alone when I'm done. And I usually don't leave with that great glow-y feeling I get when I'm working out, but a disgusting, pool-y feeling. Hopefully when they finish renovating the trophy area we'll move back over there...::crosses fingers::
After Spin I, of course, rushed to Accounting and I (of course) still got there late. It's a good thing I didn't get beyond L/O 3 anyway because I remembered after I got the handout that we were going to cover Income Taxes today. Good class though. Frank's always a laugh riot. I love the stories he shares. Damn, I'm such a Frank groupie...
Came back, finished up the stupid Excel assignment, then sent it in. I better get a 100 on this thing.
So now...I'm sitting in my room, feeling tired and drained as all hell. I *know* I should be working on my project but I keep on playing with fire by procrastinating on it...I wish someone would guide me by the hand and get me going on this. *sigh*
F it, man. I think I'm going to hit the sack. I've been typing this for like 40 minutes. Amazing.
I set the good ol' alarm for 5:30am, saying "Oh yeah, I'm going to get out and get an invigorating walk in, wash up, head to Starbucks for a cup of dark roast, then hunker down with the Accounting Book". Oh yeah, all of that was on the agenda for roughly 10 minutes. The radio came on and I promptly took it off and went back to sleep. I should have known I was going to sleep in when I ended up falling asleep around 2am (I can't remember why I stayed up that late anyway). I've pulled that move before and it's backfired but, surprisingly, I woke up with enough time to wash my hair and glance at Accounting before heading out to CS.
I was fine during CS (started JavaScript...whoopie!) but I really hit the wall during Brain Damage. For some reason I always find the class snooze-worthy, even though Heindel is a funny lecturer, but today even moreso. We were covering frontal lobe again, and I can't help but wonder if when Dad has his aneurysm if he was damaged there. The signs - distractibility. The evidence - the closet in the hallway (been waiting for completion at least 9 years), the renovation of the backroom (ditto). Actually, that's the only sign. He's still civil (when he wants to be), he's just lazy at times and stubborn as a mule. Just wistful thinking I guess.
Anyhow, I hit my stride again in the Ratty. Two of my workers didn't show up and I suppose I should have called them up or something but, honestly, I didn't care. Fuck UFS, man. I work my ass off for them and I get no feedback. I make a "mistake" (note the commas) and they want to bring it up. I think the reason why the whole UFS thing rankles is that I really feel like I put out a serious effort when working. I care, dammit, and I wouldn't normally mind that no one notices all the hard work I put in if they weren't so hasty to jump on my occasional "error". *le sigh*. But I digress. Tomatoes, grilled cheese, and basil. Nothing new. The dude who must have been put on this Earth (or at least the Ratty Kitchen) to try the hell out of me, A----, showed up and was his usual charming self. I arranged it so I wasn't working with him much and the day went semi-smoothly anyway.
It was when I left the kitchen and sat down in my room that I realized how damn tired I was. I've felt like I've been slightly sick forever now, and when I plopped down in my seat all I wanted to do was shower, curl up in my bed, and sleep. I'd initially planned on reading Accounting before section at 4, then after section heading over to the OMAC to get some elliptical on before Spin. Needless to say that didn't happen. I turned on the telly and took in, what? Some crap show. Or maybe women's basketball. Ended up leaving my room late for section and then rushing over...but, of course, Amit was AWOL. I thought it pointless to fill out an attendance sheet if he wasn't there (I mean, damn, they're supposed to be smart kids...what was the point of that?) so I just left. The guy probably couldn't give a shit anyway. If we tell him next week we were all there he'll be like "alright". Problem solved.
Came back around 4:20 and caught a little of King of the Hill before guilt drove me to the OMAC to at least *attempt* some sort of physical fitness. Weight-trained for 30 minutes before Spin, so I felt at least a little less guilty. My lack of good personal audio equipment really deters me from any sort of cardio workout in the OMAC. Those machines shake so much that the crappy CDplayer I borrowed from Darwent skips like a mutha. I'm debating at the moment whether I should head to Ballys tomorrow...but that would entail waking up at the ungodly hour of 6 because I hate going to the place in the afternoon or evening. But I *again* digress.
Spin - WTH do we have to now meet in the pool area?? I sweat entirely too much as it is. Now that we're spinning in that super-humid, warm, alcove full of chlorinated area I sometimes feel like I've lost at least 10 lbs of water alone when I'm done. And I usually don't leave with that great glow-y feeling I get when I'm working out, but a disgusting, pool-y feeling. Hopefully when they finish renovating the trophy area we'll move back over there...::crosses fingers::
After Spin I, of course, rushed to Accounting and I (of course) still got there late. It's a good thing I didn't get beyond L/O 3 anyway because I remembered after I got the handout that we were going to cover Income Taxes today. Good class though. Frank's always a laugh riot. I love the stories he shares. Damn, I'm such a Frank groupie...
Came back, finished up the stupid Excel assignment, then sent it in. I better get a 100 on this thing.
So now...I'm sitting in my room, feeling tired and drained as all hell. I *know* I should be working on my project but I keep on playing with fire by procrastinating on it...I wish someone would guide me by the hand and get me going on this. *sigh*
F it, man. I think I'm going to hit the sack. I've been typing this for like 40 minutes. Amazing.